Through Jenna’s Eyes

She fills my soul

then wrecks me;

She dances

light and fierce.

Just four years old,

Jenna tells me,

“Look at that plastic bag;

I see faces in it.

Do you see them?”

She tells me,

“I hear TV

when it's not on,

I hear it in my head.”

Then asks me

if I hear it too.

With a crown of curls

That twist and furl,

Her mood spikes

and falls with the wind.

She submits only

to thunder,

Then asks me,

“Mama, Do I make

The storms come?”

She fills my soul

then wrecks me,

she dances

light and fierce.

Jenna asks me,

“Are the bumps

on the road

giant worms

underneath?”

She asks me,

“How do I (not)

have a baby when

I grow up?”

With a crown of curls

That twist and furl,

Her mood spikes

and falls with the wind.

She submits only

to thunder,

Then asks me,

“Mama, Do I make

The storms come?”

Jenna says,

“Five teddy bears

flew across my ceiling

Last night.

I wanted you

to see them,

but you were sleeping.”

And so I was.

She fills my soul

then wrecks me,

she dances

light and fierce.

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A Child Set Free

Shine the stars down, Fall the soft rain down. Shine the stars down, Fall the soft rain down. Through the dark, spirit songs. Finding Hope that we belong. Oh, glorious story, unfolding, unfurling, In the beginning, when now as ever, a child set free. Through the dark, spirit songs, Finding Hope that we belong. Oh, glorious story, unfolding, unfurling, In the beginning, when now as ever, a child set free. Shine the stars down, Fall the soft rain down. Oh, glorious story, unfolding, unfurling, In the beginning, when now as ever, a child set free. (C) 2024 BMI

In the Middle of My Memory of You

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You Already Knew

Remind me what you said Just before the sky broke. New white sandals, Cuffed shorts Embroidered and hemmed Just above the knee Every inch exploring Braids twisted in hope, Nothing is missing, But everything is gone. Unwinding. I speak… listen. I fly… walk. I move… still. But, you already knew. In the park, children playing Through the haze, sunbeams swaying Trees whisper their ancient lore And the world turns, evermore In each face, a story to find In each heart, a piece of time Unwinding. I speak… listen. I fly… walk. I move… still. But, you already knew. Unwinding. I speak… listen. I fly… walk. I move… still. But, you already knew. Remind me what you said, just before the sky broke. (C) 2024 BMI.

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